She glanced around and spotted him and Steve. Flashing a smile that would make a blind man see, she walked toward them. He and Steve both sighed in appreciation of the way her hips swayed with each step.
“I had a little accident in the hallway.” Her shoulders lifted as she made an oops expression. “What should I do with this?”
“Just set it down here. I’ll have one of the crew take care of it later.” JP pointed to a spot on the pew.
“Hey, I recognize that voice. You’re who called me and invited me here.” Her face screwed into a mock scowl. “Dude, did you set me up?”
JP laughed. “Set you up?”
“Jill seems to think we’re going to be in trouble for our little switcheroo, but you wouldn’t have sent for me if you were like upset, right?”
Her lower lip pouted and her eyes flashed with flirtation. JP almost laughed. Had Jessie Davidson fulfilled her contract, JANE MILLIONAIRE would have been an entirely different show. Hell, she’d have had the men in such a heated rut, they’d have been at each other’s throats. And the glint in her feline eyes assured that she’d have enjoyed every second of their macho antics.
“She’s with Rob?”
Jessie shrugged. “The crazy man took off after Jilly broke this vase. Was it worth that much?”
JP suspected the vase hadn’t had a thing to do with whatever put a fire under Rob’s shoes. More likely the boy had been stunned to discover Jane was an imposter. It wasn’t often something slipped past Rob. But then the boy hadn’t thought straight since he’d become twitter-pated when Jane had made her practice descent down the stairs.
“Well, aren’t you going to introduce me?” Jessie’s eyelashes batted back and forth as she sized up Bachelor #6, Steve. She held out her hand. “I’m Jessie Davidson and I know who you are. You’ve been coming into my living room on a weekly basis. I think there’s still steam on my windows from your last visit.”
A bedazzled Steve took Jessie’s hand, to shake it, JP imagined, but the sexy wench laced her fingers with his and tugged him closer.
“You have really big,” a smile played on her painted lips. “Hands.”
“Thank you.” Steve gulped. JP bet Steve had never been this hot under the collar during his military stints.
As if Jessie had read his mind, she grinned. “Like, I’ve always been fascinated by Navy Seals. I bet by the time Uncle Sam is finished with you guys, your endurance is something to be marveled.”
“Something like that.”
“I’ve got some time to kill while I wait on Jilly. Wanna show me around the castle and tell me why Seals do it better?”
JP shook his head as the two walked off, deep in conversation. Oh, yeah, had Jessie been Jane the show might have turned X-rated.
Had Jill and Rob gotten together yet?
The boy was going to owe him big time for setting this up. But just seeing the lad happy would be enough.
And Isabella and Kensington. Jessie and Steve had looked pretty cozy, too. Hell, he was pretty good at this matchmaking stuff. Maybe he could pitch another reality show to the network. One where he played cupid.
# # #
“Let me get this straight.”
Isabella sat with her hands folded in her lap as she watched Jeff pace across her room.
“You brought me here so you could see me again. Yet, you don’t want to continue with our relationship.” He shot her an exasperated glower. “Not that I’d necessarily be willing, mind you. But why bring me here if all you wanted was to see me? Why not just return to Central America?”
How could she explain that her heart belonged to him, even if her obligations belonged to her people?
“I am sorry. What I did was wrong. Forgive me.”
“Forgive you? This isn’t a joke, Izzy. You’re talking about my giving up five weeks of my work because I thought I’d see you when I got here.”
“Which you did.” She reminded.
“For what purpose? To be told you’re a princess?”